Wishing on shooting stars Wishing for something you may never get Wishing for something you want so desperately That you feel the hunger for it Deep in your bones And without it You feel as though you are wasting away. Wishing on shooting stars that dance across the sky, Granting only fleeting dreams. Wishing on shooting stars To fill that emptiness That consumes your entire being And yet The ache of that hunger Still remains And the shooting star is gone.